Truett was born 4weeks and 1 day ago. It feels like 4 years ago.
Upon his arrival into our home, the twins decided to search out, contract and carry to fruition every bug/virus/bacterial infection they could find. We battled it all. And I was foggy and hormonal.
Winning combination? Eh, not so much.
On the upswing of health, we jumped into the car for a week long trip to Atlanta to show Truett off and spend time with family and friends. Phew! Whirlwind!
The last 4 days have felt, well, normal. I have a precious baby boy in addition to the twins, Thunder and Lightning (stephen gets the credit for these new nicknames) and I laugh constantly. Before 10am this morning I had nursed Truett, refilled 4 servings of Kefir, interacted with lots-o-poop, and called Poison Control to be sure the ant trap that Brooks had decided to eat would not cause permanent damage. Totally normal.
I love the fact that my lifted fog has found me here.
With three children to fill my days with beautiful chaos and wild joy.